the ‘H’ word

hippies

I got hit with the ‘H’ bomb again yesterday.

You know…….. the H word.

Hippie.

Yes, hippie.

Is it the dreadlocks, the clothes, no shoes perhaps???????????

I was called hippie by a teenage boy who was being looked after by a friend of mine.  As they were driving he spotted me and said something like “Look at the hippie!” and she said, “Oh, its Sam, I know her”.  I would have been embarrassed if I was that kid (just sayin’).

Anyway, the ‘hippie’ word.  Why does it affect me so? I struggle to answer this question.  Hippie…… hippie….. What’s wrong with it?  We all get judged, we get labelled, we get tarred with some brush – so what’s wrong with HIPPIE?

Its my own judgement of what a hippie is that triggers me.  I think of a hippie and I think of someone who was a generation before me, someone who smoked loads of drugs and lived life in an acid trip; someone who really did not do a whole lot with their life – kind of a “fuck the system” attitude and someone who was dirty.  Sadly, instantly this is what comes to my mind.  

But is all that true?  Is that ALL they were?  And am I none of that???

No.  No.  And yes.

I’m not going to do any research here because I know that i will come up with 10,000,000 opinions on what a hippie was.  But i think I need to take a look at myself here and see that im missing the point.  Hippies.  What did they stand for?  Peace, love, freedom, not conforming…..  Isnt that ALL me?  Isnt that what I, myself, constantly preach?

Yep.

I need a serious attitude adjustment here.  STAND PROUD HIPPIE!!!!!!! (That was to myself).

Funnily enough I’m probably a stereotype and just want to be in denial about it.  Yes I’ve had 3 Kombis, yes I’ve spent my life finding ways to not follow the mainstream lifestyle, yes I’ve had dreadlocks on and off for over 20 years, yes I’m a vegetarian, yes I love to travel and am quite nomadic, my clothes…. loose cotton and generally from Asian countries.  Hippie.  I’m a drug-free and generally washed version, but still – HIPPIE!

So here’s to you kid, wherever you are.  If someday you’re googling ‘hippie’ and stumble across my little post here, know that I thank you for calling me a hippie yesterday and for helping me to come out of my hippie-denial.  I stand proud in my hippie-ness because if that’s what it’s all about then I’m proud to be one.

Yes, I think I’m going to love being a hippie!

Just one thing though – ‘hippie’ is not all that I am.  Maybe I need you to know that….

Sam x

 

 

 

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10 Responses to “the ‘H’ word”

  1. dvb-t July 7, 2013 2:15 pm
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    I’ve been absent for some time, but now I remember why I used to love this site. Thanks , I will try and check back more frequently. How frequently you update your web site?

    • sam July 9, 2013 10:22 am
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      Thanks – I’ve only just begun the blog part so there isn’t much here right now, but Im aiming on about two posts per week.
      Sam :)

      • sam September 22, 2013 9:15 pm
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        Agreed. Plus really we will never know the true origins anyway…. :)

    • sam September 22, 2013 6:48 pm
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      Dreads look great on everyone… Well, they do in my opinion ;)

  2. Ajay Lack January 5, 2014 5:35 pm
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    Grab that word and wear it with pride – I say. If being a hippie means being outside the box then that is about the biggest compliment anyone could give!!!! Viva la hippies!!!!

    • sam January 6, 2014 12:54 am
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      HIPPIE and loving it :) xx

  3. Stacey Ingram June 14, 2014 1:51 pm
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    Oh boy…I HATE the H word too. Ive been getting it my whole adult life, well before I had dreads. I too struggle with why I dislike it so much, but its mostly being labelled that I cant abide.
    Okay I like comfortable, natural clothing, and I dont wear much make up at all. And I go barefoot alot. But Ive also lived a large part of my life in the tropics. I like to relax and meditate, yoga is great, but Ive never been into drugs and even a little spliff doesn’t agree with me.
    I love festivals and retreats, travel and simple pleasures, but Ive also worked my arse off most of my life to fund said lifestyle and fully support myself ( and friends and boyfriends!) in the times Im not working.
    And yes, I drive a crazy campervan. And my house is mud brick, in the forest. And I like to do my housework in the buff.
    But Im a woman working in a totally male dominated field. I love pretty things but I come home in my hi vis uniform covered in grease and crap from the engines I have been working with. The other label I cant stand is “female” which always comes before my job title, usually with a bit of eye rolling for effect and a nudge to the guy next to him.
    I could go on, but its the labels that shit me, even though I relate to so many things people think hippies are.
    You gotta admit its fun confusing the shit out of people though…
    Cheers Hon.

    • sam June 14, 2014 2:52 pm
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      Um…. I think you and I are related…. Ha ha!!
      I love your style babe, and YES its great to confuse the mainstream and keep them guessing…. :) x

  4. donwreford November 5, 2014 9:43 pm
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    Hi Sam, when I get my hair grown out of my crew cut, can I see you for the beginning of my dreadlocks? Cheers, Don.

    • sam November 16, 2014 3:50 pm
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      Ha ha Don – of course you can!! :)